The Best Spike Lee Quotes

Mookie: Tina, take your clothes off.
Tina: Mookie, I already told you its too fookin' hot to make love.
Mookie: It's too fuckin' hot?
Tina: Yeah!
Mookie: Why? Why you always cursin'?
Tina: I don't fookin' curse that much!

Da: Doctor...
Mookie: C'mon, what. What?
Da: Always do the right thing.
Mookie: That's it?
Da: That's it.
Mookie: I got it, I'm gone.

Mookie: Pino, fuck you, fuck your fuckin' pizza, and fuck Frank Sinatra.
Pino: Yeah? Well fuck you too, and fuck Michael Jackson.

Mookie: Dago, wop, guinea, garlic-breath, pizza-slingin', spaghetti-bendin', Vic Damone, Perry Como, Luciano Pavarotti, Sole Mio, nonsingin' motherfucker.
Pino: You gold-teeth-gold-chain-wearin', fried-chicken-and-biscuit-eatin', monkey, ape, baboon, big thigh, fast-runnin', high-jumpin', spear-chuckin', 360-degree-basketball-dunkin' titsun spade Moulan Yan. Take your fuckin' pizza-pizza and go the fuck back to Africa.
Stevie: You little slanty-eyed, me-no-speaky-American, own-every-fruit-and-vegetable-stand-in-New-York, bullshit, Reverend Sun Myung Moon, Summer Olympics '88, Korean kick-boxing son of a bitch.
Officer: You Goya bean-eating, 15-in-a-car, 30-in-an-apartment, pointed shoes, red-wearing, Menudo, mire-mire Puerto Rican cocksucker. Yeah, you!
Sonny: It's cheap, I got a good price for you, Mayor Koch, "How I'm doing," chocolate-egg-cream-drinking, bagel-and-lox, B'nai B'rith Jew asshole.
Mister: Yo! Hold up! Time out! TIME OUT! Y'all take a chill! Ya need to cool that shit out! And that's the double truth, Ruth!

Mookie: Look, people are free to do the hell whatever they wanted to do.
Sal: What free? What the hell are you talkin' about: free? Free? There's no free here. What? I'm the boss. No freedom. I'm the boss.

Sal: What'd I tell you about that noise?
Buggin': What'd I tell you about them pictures?
Sal: What the fuck, are you deaf?
Buggin': No! Are you? Fuck you! We want some black people on that motherfucking Wall of Fame now!
Mookie: We're trying to go fucking home! We've been here all fucking day, Buggin Out!
Sal: Turn that jungle music off! We ain't in Africa!
Buggin': Why it got to be about jungle music? Why it got to be about Africa? It's about them fucking pictures!
Sal: It's about turning that shit off and getting the fuck out of my place!
Pino: Radio Raheem!
Radio: Fuck you!
Sal: And fuck you, too!
Punchy: Get in there, Pino!
Radio: This is music. My music!
Sal: Fuck your music!
Radio: Well, turn it off, then.
Vito: Hey, man, get the fuck out of here! We're fucking closed!
Buggin': Fuck you! We're closing you guinea bastards for good! For good, motherfucker! Until you get some black people on that motherfucking Wall of Fame!
Sal: You're gonna fucking close me?
[Sal grabs his bat]
Buggin': You're goddamn right!
Sal: You black cocksucker! I'll fucking tear your fucking nigger ass!
Punchy: Oh, we're niggers now? We niggers now!
Buggin': You fucking white trash! I'll fuck you up!
Mookie: Sal, put the fucking bat down!
Buggin': Come on, man, you fucking guinea trash!
Radio: Jump over the motherfucking counter!
Sal: You black cocksucker! You nigger motherfucker!
[Sal smashes Radio Raheem's radio several times]

Mookie: Pino, who's your favorite basketball player?
Pino: Magic Johnson.
Mookie: And who's your favorite movie star?
Pino: Eddie Murphy.
Mookie: And who's your favorite rock star?
[Pino doesn't respond]
Mookie: Prince. You're a Prince freak.
Pino: Boss. Bruce.
Mookie: Prince.
Pino: Bruce!
Mookie: Pino, all you ever talk about is nigger this and nigger that, and all your favorite people are so-called niggers.
Pino: It's different. Magic, Eddie, Prince... are not niggers. I mean, they're not black, I mean - Let me explain myself. They're - They're not really black. I mean, they're black, but they're not really black. They're more than black. It's different.
Mookie: It's different?
Pino: Yeah. To me, it's different.

Buggin': You the man.
Mookie: No, you the man.
Buggin': You the man.
Mookie: No, you the man.
Buggin': No, I'm just a struggling Black man trying to keep my dick hard in a cruel and harsh world.

Buggin': Yo, Mookie.
Mookie: What?
Buggin': Stay Black.

Mookie: Tina, you don't have a forehead, you got a eight-head.
Tina: Mookie, you're full of shit.
Mookie: You got one of them Sade foreheads.

Mookie: Slavery days are over. My name ain't Kunta Kinte.

Mookie: All Sal wants to do is hide the salami.